I sat slouched in my seat in the theater room, as I lazily watched my theaters teacher's poor expression of Shakespeare. "Why is this skirt so itchy?" I groaned, tossing
my head back as I dug my nails into the sides of my legs, causing them to redden and burn. "I really think you should stop touching yourself Helga" Phoebe winced staring at the red marks on my legs. "Oh no Helga, keep touching yourself I insist!" Harold chuckled exchanging looks with the rest of the boys as they all burst into laughter. "I think that's enough" Arnold said tossing Harold a dirty look, as he gently grabbed my arm that was two inches away from connecting with Harold's jaw. "How are you holding up?" he asked giving me a concerned look, as the hopped into the seat next to me. He seemed to stare into my eyes as he continued to hold onto my arm looking down at my bruising legs. "I am not too sure football head, my arm is starting to hurt too." I griped, causing him to quickly release my arm and blush in embarrassment.
"Nadine!" the teacher chirped "Can you come up here and present your classmates with a representation of a frightful child?" "A bad situation?" Nadine questioned skipping up the stage. "I feel like that's a bit difficult for me to muster Mrs. Spanello, I can't even remember the last time my parents yelled at me." She whined twirling one of her locs uncomfortably. Mrs. Spanello paused, humming as she skimmed the room, before smiling brightly. "Curly!" she exclaimed "Why don't you come up to the stage and help Ms. Nadine grace your classmates with this form of improv. Curly walked up onto the stage sheepishly groaning as he stretched his arms out awkwardly. "Um, whydon't you…go to your room." Curly said softly, turning red as a tomato as the boys in the room began to laugh. "Come on, Curly!" Mrs. Spanello yelled "I want to hear some passion behind your words!" she sang, causing Curly to stiffen up, shooting the boys who laughed the finger before starting again "Nadine you never listen to me…you consistently act as if no one raised you properly, as if you are trying to embarrass me!" Curly yelled looking straight into Nadine's eyes. "Hey! You can't talk to me that way!" Nadine screeched stepping closer to Curly getting on her tiptoes to better look him in the eyes." "Hey, you're the kid, you aren't supposed to stand up for yourself!" Stinky drawled, forming his eyebrows into a questionable look "Yeah!" Harold chimed in "Aren't you supposed to be scared?" he screeched "A woman can stand up for herself and be scared!" Nadine shot back looking a bit overwhelmed
"This is all so stupid." I groaned tossing my legs over the chair in front of me "What is so stupid about it?' Mrs. Spanello questioned behind me, followed by some
snickers from the class. I shrugged my shoulders lazily before jumping out of my seat and pointing towards the stage. "Nadine appears to be more angry than frightened, and Curly over here is coming off like a father who has spoiled his child from day the she popped out and is finally discipling her a few years too late." stared at me in amusement as she pointed to the stage, giving me a big smile. "Well Ms. Helga, why don't you show us how it's supposed to be done then?" I walked up onto the stage, and Nadine took a few steps back, as I turned to face Curly "You want me to scare Pataki?" Curly shrieked, giving a terrified look "Why not?" she shrugged, she is dressed for the role." I gave the boys a death stare as they quickly choked on their laughter, before quickly falling quiet. "Well show me what you got" I grinned evilly batting my eyelashes at the now sweaty red-haired boy. Curly took a deep breath and stepped towards me "Go to your room!" Curly yelled "Oh yeah, and why should I?" I sauntered back. "All you do is embarrass me, your mother and I are sick and tired of you screwing up!" he screeched back My throat began to tighten at the word "mother", and I could see Arnold's eyes grow large out of the corner of my eye. "What makes you say that?" I breathed "What makes me say that?" Curly mustered "You are too much to deal with, and we can't stand dealing with you!" he shot back I started to breath heavily, as flashes of pictures slammed through my mind as I grabbed my head roughly "Fuck you!" I yelled back gasping in horror as I realized what had just come out of my mouth "Wait can she say that?" Harold yelled staring at Mrs. Spanello in shock. Mrs. Spanello ignored Harold as she practically leapt to the stage and grabbed my hands. "Now that, was art!"